บท 190: The No. 2 Scapegoat

The scene sunk into awkwardness for a time. His ancient magic sword in one hand, Devil Emperor Gua Pi fell down at Wang Ling's feet like a believer worshiping at Bright Summit¹.

The spirit energy wrapped around the blade had yet to be released, and the moment this black dagger touched the ground, fissures instantly appeared in the earth as they spread out in all directions from the blade at its center.

But Wang Ling had sharp eyes and deft hands, and he reached forward to pick up the blade.

Wang Ling could feel the fierce magic pulse strongly in his hand. Lying prone on the ground, Devil Emperor Gua Pi raised his head and laughed coldly. "Even if you have a Sage Body, so what? My ancient magic blade was specially designed to destroy holy bodies. Now that you are holding the magic blade, its qi will invade your holy body and crack it open… my chance has now come!"